𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑚
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| 𝑅𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟!𝑘.𝑏𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜 𝑥 𝐴𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟
| 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 : 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝐾𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑖٫ 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑗𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑٫ 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝘩𝑖𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠.
| 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 : 𝑁𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑘 𝐴𝑈٫ 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔٫ 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛٫ 𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠٫ 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜𝘩𝑜𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑦٫ 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔.
| 𝐴𝑢𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 : 𝐻𝑖 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑚 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑦𝑥𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦٫ 𝑖 𝘩𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦’𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑦? 🌚 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑖 𝑏𝑎𝑖 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦! 𝑥𝑜𝑥𝑜 𝑗𝑎𝑑𝑒 <𝟑
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Working as an assistant has its perks, especially if your bosses name was Katsuki Bakugo.
For one whenever you get in trouble it’s not as bad because you get to look at how hot he is when he’s upset, secondly the hefty bonus that we’re never spoken about but always landed around your birthday week, and unheard of holidays. Thirdly the clothes might be your favorite part, Katsuki had his own personal stylist for everyone performance or concert his band did but of course you had to attend each of those so he saw it fit you should look the part if you were going to be around so often.
Speaking of concerts currently you were standing backstage of a stadium before the band went to play for yet another crowd. You were currently checking off tasks on a iPad with your earpiece hugging the top of your ear as you gave the go aheads for light and sound checks. Everything was in order, I mean why wouldn’t it be, your doing it of course it’s perfect.
You might like the added plus of the eye candy and extra bills in your pocket but regardless of that, you know how to do your job and how to do it well. That’s why you’ve lasted so long in your opinion, Katsuki’s previous assistants lasted no longer than a month or two while you had been working for him for a year and a half. His attitude was harsh and he has a very I don’t give a fuck and you couldn’t pay me to give a fuck vibe but you couldn’t care much about that either you stayed level headed and when needed, you told him to take a step back which he listened too still glaring holes through his desk in the process.
Anyways, once you finished your final duties for the night you decided you might as well go check on the crew see if anyone needed a water or a shot whichever you would get when doing your next rounds.
As you stepped through the curtains of the dressing room you were welcomed with the sight of just Katsuki leaning in front of his vanity, one of his hands perched on the tabletop and the other holding a eyeliner pen near his eyelid, his eyes stared back at you through the mirror scanning you up and down.
“What.” He spit out quickly his voice laced with annoyance already, still watching you through the mirror as you strolled up to him.
Spinning yourself around and bracing your hands on the edges of his vanity you jumped up and sat on the surface of it to be at his eye level for once, from the look on his face you can’t tell whether he liked seeing the comfortability you felt or if he read it as unprofessionalism, he didn’t comment on it though just waited on the answer to his previous question so you took that as a win.
“Everything’s all good, i just came to check on the crew and you, speaking of where is everyone?” As your gaze slid from his face and looked around the rest of the room you realized that it was just you and him, the communal sofa and other vanity’s all left vacant besides his.
Turning his head away from you he went back to focusing on his makeup answering in his gravely voice “the idiots went out for a round of drinks their dumbass version of pregaming.” You could hear in his tone the eye roll that was added to that sentence.
“Yeah okay, with all due respect you’ve pregamed with them like six times” you shoot back at him as you try to count exactly how many times they’ve asked you to bring them beers or a round of shots for the group.
“Did i fucking ask your opinion?” He said turning head straight at you his voice eerily calm almost as if he was just genuinely asking but you knew better, his ruby eyes communicating the level of how much you piss him off, realizing you might’ve pushed it a little you pivot the conversation, tilting your head before stating,
“Your eyeliner’s crooked.” Sometimes you like to poke to the bear and see how much you can say before he threatens to fire you for the umpteenth time but never actually does because you can be a ragebaiting asshole but your works good so not much to complain about otherwise.
“Thanks captain obvious it’s almost like there’s a mirror in front of my face dumbass.” His brows furrowed at you, he had been trying to make his wings symmetrical for the past ten minutes but he can’t seem to get them perfect and he doesn’t need your fucking bratty comments while you sit all pretty and proper on his damn vanity.
“Just sayin, you want me to do it?” You had never once helped him with his makeup but you were feeling adventurous and it was an excuse to hold his face so it sounded like a win win situation in your mind.
He scoffed at that shaking his head slightly, “you know what, fine have at it but make it worse and you’re fired.”
Ah there it is, the fired line you were waiting for, making a small chuckle ghost across your lips as you grabbed the eyeliner from him as he moved to stand in front of your knees. He rested both of his hands on either side of your thighs caging you in, as he leaned in close. Suddenly you were made very aware that this was real life and not a dream, the heat that radiated off of his body, the smell of his cologne on his neck, the veins in his arms as he locked you in place.
Mentally you took a deep breath to steady your hands, reaching for his jaw with your non dominant hand, he followed where you lead his face leaning into your touch just a little.
“Close your eyes.” You whispered to him as you focused on fixing his wobbly lines leaning in closer and farther away to compare to the other eye, after a short minute of you jumping between each lid you were finally satisfied with your work.
“There you go, I fixed your mess best I could,” stretched to your right to grab the cap of the marker, your hand still resting between his jaw and the side of his neck.
What you didn’t know was all the while you were busy with that he was enjoying the warmth of your touch, the way your fingertips felt on his skin he couldn’t get enough of it. He could smell your perfume on your wrist as it intoxicated his system. He opened his eyes at your command, as they traced up and down your figure as you reached for the stupid cap, he just didn’t want the moment to end, not yet. He wanted to feel your hands on him and he has since he first hired you. Everyday he saw you in your miniskirts or the one time he saw you at a bar outside of work and the way you swayed to the music with your too tight shirt that was one button away from a nip slip, he’s wanted you since the first time you didn’t quiver at his screaming and somehow all of those feelings were pouring into this moment.
He felt his heartbeat speed up as you returned to your normal position, the way your doe eyes just looked at him, no judgement just looking, he needed to do something about it.
As you gazed at him you were made aware of how your hand was still on his face, your eyes widened as you tried to reel back immediately but his hand was quick to stop your efforts pressing down firmly on yours to keep it there he used his other hand to grab hold the side of your neck mirroring your grasp, and slammed his lips into yours.
Your legs parted instantly so he could stand comfortably between them as you kissed him back. The passion behind each time your lips met made you realize maybe your little one sided year long work crush wasn’t so one sided. Not even stopping to take full breathes it was almost like he was drinking you in with every movement. He took a quick nip at your lip which you parted to give him access as his tongue explored your mouth. He craved you through every touch, his jand slid away from yours and found purchase on your waist pulling you to the edge of the table so he could press his body against yours.
All those times where he found you infuriatingly hot and choked down his feelings were all coming out now, he slid away from your mouth littering kisses as he stopped at your neck leaving a dark hickey in the crook where it met your shoulder, he didn’t care if it was childish, he needed everyone to know you were finally his. Not that stupid guy in the office who he’s seen drool over you, not the guy who works at the cafe you get coffee at that wrote his number on your bosses cup of coffee unknowingly even signed with a pathetic call me cutie ;).
No, just his.
His assistant, his brat, and his to care for.
